Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-08-27

Come, cheer upl said Sr Henry In
French, smacking him smartly on the back.
"There's no knowing what may happen, you
know. -. Judge from your dinner today,
should say you were In fair way to recov-
ery.r
Alphonse stopped weeping, and'commenced
to rub his back. 'Monsieur," he said, doubt
less means to console, but his hand is heavy.
To continue: We loved, and were happy in
each others love. The birds in their little
nest could not be happier than Alphonse and
his Annette. Then came the blow-sapristi--
when think OF it, Messieurs will forgive II
wipe away tear. Mine was an evil num-
Der; was drawn for the CONSUMPTION. For
tune would be avenged on me for having won
ythe beart Of Annette.
"The evil moment came; had to go.
tried to run away, but was caught by bru-
tai soldiers, and they banged me with the
butt end of muskets till my mustaches curled
with pain. ! had cousin, linen draper,
well to do but very ugly. He had drawn q
good number, and sympathized when they
thumped me. TO thee, my cousin said
ito thee, in whose veins flows the blue bloos
OF our heroic grandparent, to thee consign
Annette. Watch over her while hunt for
glory on the bloody fleldl
"'Make your mind easy said he; 4 VIII
As the sequel shows, he didi
~ went. / lived in barracks on black
soup. | am a reflnsd man and p OF by
nature and / suffered tortures from the
coarse horror of my surroundings There
Vs. drill sergeant, and he had a cane All,
that cane, how 1t curledl Alas, never can
forget it,
.A'One morning came the news: my bat
4
sergeant and the other coarse monsters re-
joiced. I'll made inquiries about Tonquin
They were not satisfactory. In Tonquin are
savage Chinese who rip you OPEN My arts
tic tastes-for / am also an artist-recoilet
from the idea of being ripped OPEN The
great man makes up his mind quickly.
made up my mind determined not to b,
ripped open. l deserted.
II reached Marseiles disguised as an ole
= man. l went to the house of my cousin---h,
in whom runs my grandfather's heroic blooC
and there sat Annette 1t was the season
of cherries. They took double stalk. A
each end was cherry. My cousin put on
into his mouth, Annette put the other in hers
Then they drew the stalks in till their lip
Nmet-and alas, alas that should have to So,
iti--they kissed. The game was pretty one
of my grandfather boiled upin me. rushe,
to the kitchen. struck my cousin wit
the old mans crutch. He fell had slai
him. Alas, l believe that did slay him
Annette screamed. The gendarmes came
fed / reached the harbor. hid aboard
vessel. The vessel put to sea. The capital
found me and beat me. He took an oppoi
|tunity. He posted o letter from foreig
1,o,t m tho rihlin He did not mt mo ocl,nr
because cooked SO we'll / cooked for hir
all the way to Zanzibar. When l asked fc
payment hc kicked me. The blood of m
heroic grandfather boiled within me, and
, shook my fist in his face and vowed to hav
my revenge. He kicked mo again. At Zar
zibar there was q telegram. / cursed til
man who invented telegraphs. Now cur:
him again. was to be arrested for desc
ton, for murder, and que sails jei l escape
from the prison. fled, starved. met IL
men of Monsieur le Cure They brought N
here am here full of woe But retur
not to France Better to risk my life in the.
horrible places than to know the Bagne"
He paused, and we ne1rly choked wit
laughter, having to turn our faces away.
"Ahl you weep, messieurs," he said. "N
wonder-it is sad story"
"Perhaps," said Sir Henry, athe hero
blood of your grandparent will triumI
after all; perhaps you win still be great.
= any rate we shall see. And now / vote '
go to bed. | am dead tired, and we had n
much sleep on that COMPOUNDED rock la
night"
And so we dill, and very strange the til
rooms and clean white sheets seemed TO
b after our recent experiences.